I admit it. I love the coast. It is probably a good job having moved to Trearddur Bay, near the ancient fort of St Cybi; Holyhead (Caergybi).

I have “enjoyed” seeing the sea batter the rocks and walls over the last few days. There is something delightful for the spray of the sea to caress your face; although not necessarily with its icy fingers. I realise, of course, that the sea is not to be treated lightly, and am grateful for the volunteers that provide the lifeboat service.

Seeing, the sheer power of the sea, calls to mind the nature miracles of Jesus: the stilling of the storm and walking on water.

Both events occur on the Lake of Galilee, and result in those who witness them being shaken to the core; asking after the elements are calmed, ‘who is this that even the winds and waves obey?’

Those who witnessed the events, as well as those who heard their accounts through the words of the gospel writers would have called to mind the ancient stories found in the creation accounts in Genesis and Isaiah.

Certainly, when I have seen the sea crashing into the promenade and felt its breath, I have pondered again my own fragility and mortality.